A monk asked Lung-ya, “What did old masters attain when they entered the ultimate stage?” “They were like burglars sneaking into a vacant house,” came the reply.
Nobody will ever believe the ease of it.
The simple, indescribable bliss of tasting cold water.
The vast spiral galaxies whirling in space;
A swordsman shouting "Ai!" as he cuts you before you can blink.
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